Black, White, and Gray

There are lines which draw boundaries. Those boundaries separate one category from another. This applies to pretty much anything in context…

But what about people?

What about me?

I think to myself often whether the person everyone knows as me is the same person as the person who stays alone. More importantly, who is the real me. In this world where everything can be seen in both black and white, along with grey. Which side do I belong? Am I lost?